Science Fiction: Welcome to my Worlds

The twinge he felt in his head told him he’d done that even though it certainly hadn’t been a conscious thing. He sighed. He supposed he already know it. His talent wasn’t gone at all. Just buried.

The head flew off the madly spinning doll and bounced off two walls before dropping to the floor.

“Missy!!!”

Her eyes opened, squinting at the light. Confused, she sat up slowly and looked at the mess in the room and her father standing over her. “Daddy, what’s the matter? Why’d you wake me? What happened?”

“You were… having a nightmare.” How much should he tell her now? It was a very long story and still the middle of the night.

“It wasn’t…” She stopped quickly, looking embarrassed. “How did…?” Her face flushed bright red and she avoided looking at him.

Puzzled at first, he thought quickly back to his own childhood. “Oh.” Embarrassed, he could feel his own face growing warmer. And, from what he’d read, the sexual tensions were much more pronounced in girls exhibiting the talent. He started to stroke her hair soothingly, then thought better of it and wound up giving her sort of a pat on the head.